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Tuesday, November 6, 2007


On September 11, 2003, a man from Norfolk , VA ,
called a local radio station to share this story. His Name was Robert
Matthews. These are his words.

"A few weeks before September 11th, my wife and I
found out we were going to have our first child. She planned a
trip out to California to visit her sister. On our way to the
airport, we prayed that God would grant my wife a safe trip and be with her.

Shortly after I said amen, we both heard a loud pop
and the car shook violently. We had blown out a tire. I replaced
the tire as quickly as I could, but we still missed her flight.
Both very upset, we drove home.

I received a call from my father who was retired NYFD. He asked
what my wife's flight number was, but I explained that we missed the
flight. My father informed me that her flight was the one that crashed
into the southern tower. I was too shocked to speak. My father also
had more news for me. He was going to help. He said,
"This is not something I can just sit by for. I have to do something."

I was concerned for his safety, of course, but more because he
had never given his life to Christ. After a brief debate, I knew his
mind was made up. Before he got off of the phone, he said, "Take good
care of my grandchild." Those were the last words I ever heard my
father say. He died while helping in the rescue effort.

My joy that my prayer of safety for my wife had been
answered quickly became anger. I was angry at God, at my
father, and at myself. I had gone for nearly two years blaming God for taking
my father away. My son would never know his grandfather, my father had
never accepted Christ, and I never got to say goodbye.

Then something else happened. About two months ago, I was sitting at
home with my wife and my son, when there was a knock on the door. I
looked at my wife, but I could tell she wasn't expecting anyone. I
opened the door to a couple with a small child. The man looked at me
and asked if my father's name was Jake Matthews. I told him it was. He
quickly grabbed my hand and said, "I never got the
chance to meet your father, but it is an honor to meet his son."

He explained to me that his wife had worked in the
World Trade Center and had been caught inside after the attack.
She was pregnant and had been caught under debris. He then explained
that my father had been the one to find his wife and free her.

My eyes welled up with tears as I thought of my father
giving his life for people like this. He then said, "There
is something else you need to know."

His wife then told me that as my father worked to free
her, she talked to him and led him to Christ.

I began sobbing at the news. Now I know that when I get to
Heaven, my father will be standing beside Jesus towel come me, and
that this family would be able to thank him themselves.

When their baby boy was born, they named him JacobMatthew in
honor of the man who gave his life so that mother and baby could live.

This story should help us to realize two things.
First that God is always in control. We may not see the reason
behind things, and we may never know this side of Heaven, but God is always
in control. And second is that though it has been several years since the attacks, we
should never let it become a mere tragic memory.

Please take time to share this amazing story with
those you love. You may never know the impact it may have on
someone.God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the
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alice said...

that is a remarkable story! God works in so many ways that we don't ever know, it's a true blessing to find out how he worked something in our lives and others. thanks for sharing that beautiful story.

Penny @ Lavender Hill Studio said...

A beautiful story..

Anonymous said...

That is an amazing story. Really makes a person think. God is always always always in control even though at times it just doesn't make any sense. Thank you for reminding us.

Jackie said...

What a wonderful story of God's work among us. Thank you for sharing it with us.

Nunnie's Attic said...

Oh that is beautiful. I still shudder when I think of that day. And I'm ashamed to say that I ran from the church instead of to it. But today, my faith in God is stronger than ever. Thank you for sharing this touching story. I think it will benefit more people than you even realize!

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Nan said...

What a touching story.
Star Nan

NAME: CIELO said...

Hi... thanks for sharing that wonderful story....


Cottage Contessa said...

Oh BJ, thank you so much for sharing that beautiful story. I got goose bumps all over and tears in my eyes reading that. Awesome.
Amanda (aka Cottage Contessa)

Michelle said...

Thank you for sharing this touching story..

FarmHouse Style said...

What a beautiful, touching story. Thanks for sharing it.


regina barnett said...

What a heart touching story's. We should never complain, when they don't go as they are planned, because God knows what he is doing.

Southern Lady's Vintage said...

I love this story! Thank you for sharing it with us all BJ!